The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1887-02-18
IIETTY.

"Hetty, be you mad-gone clean
out OF your senses! Remember, il
you marry that scamp you are moth,
ing to iMe. l would rather see you
in your cUflin."
"But auntie, | love him." was the
apology given while a soft blush
rose to the girls face.
Glove him! Fiddlesticks Don't
talk to me about lover and again
Mrs. TlotwOod's gray eyes flashed
diSapm0Ynl
Tall, thin, hard featured, the dea.
cons wife was IA woman from whom
little mercy could be expected /;
still, within her heart this cLildleSs
woman built "a shrine, the Idol ot
which was Helty, the child OF her
dead sister. Her hfe had one Ob
jecl in view to see Hetty Il great
lady. She gave the girl the advan
tagtS OF an excellent education.
Her wardrObeS far Outsbone that OF
The neighbonng farmers daughters.
1t waS the intention Of Mrs. Trot-
wood To make her niece heireSS 10
her wealth, of which she possessed
Il gOOdly amount.
But the child had fallen in love
with the student of the village doc
tor, handsome, good hearted, PENN.
less Dick Barry; and this falling
in love was the cause of Mrs. TrOt
woods burst of Indignation.
Tue deacon aud his wife ate their
meal that evening in silence. Hot.
~ was not present. She was hav.
ing good cry ut the garden gate.
Very lovely she looked III The dim
twilight in Il dress of SoIt texture
clinging in graceful folds 10
round, shapely figure. Was it any
wonder that Dick Barry lost his
heart to her I The young man who
had resolved never to Jake uuto
himself wife until hs had attain.
ed the dignity Of NJ. ID, aud made
his mark in tho world, forget his
resolution.
He was coming up the long
county road whistling a merry
tune. He met his lady love with Il
kiss.
"Oh, Dick W sobbed Hetty,
"ANnt Hepsy says | eau never,
never marry you !" Aud she cried
as ii her heart would break.
Poor Dick tried to console her as
best he could, departing at length,
reassurcd of the girls love and
confidence.
Hetty returned to the house,
wrote a dainty little note, left it on
the deacOn's desk and kissed tho
old couple so loudly that they be.
gan to think they were unjust in
their accusations; that the dear
child would never so far forget
them 10 marry without their con.
sent. But the little note found
the following morning told Its own
story.
Tho country TOR miles around
rang with gossip: "rhe deacOu's
niece had run away and married
Dick Barry"
Mrs. TrotwOod closed her heart,
putting away the books, birds, aud
dainty littlo treasures belonging to
her wayward niece, never again
her name. The deacon,
grown suddenly old, missed his
darling. There WAS no one now TO
get his slippers or kiss away his
cares and troubles.
Many a time he was tempted to
pay visit TO the little white cot
iage down the road, tho cottage
where Dick Barry took his bride,
but the thought of bis wite,s wrath
kept him away.
To the young couple adversely
lnd cares had come. Poverty had
entered the door, but love had Dey.
1own out of the window. Dick was
obliged to give up his cherished
hope of entering bis profession
he worked in the mill, in the eve
ming devoted his leisure hours to
study. The young wife bore with
patience her cares, although the
roses was fast leaving her face.
A baby came, almost unwelcomed.
Poverty casts 4 damper over all
)ur joys.
DAYS, weeks, months, years roll
d by without bringing recOncilia-
ion. Hetty frequently passed her
,unrs house, aud the little one,
Who was just beginning to talk,
would ask her who lived in "tho
pretty house, referring TO the dea-
,on's. On learning that it was her
sgrandma's," /" she would laugh with
lclight. 4.
one day early in june, Hetty,
,usy with her household cares, for
rot 10 closely watch baby. who
'ad wandered down the road in the l